BALLAD FOR VIOLENT THINGS, RED THINGS, THINGS THAT CAN BE EATEN
By Rue Huang
“ALL MY THOUGHTS / ARE RIDDLED WITH DAYBREAK, / THICK WITH TEETH.”
Poetry
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Hanoi Hilton
“And there is one year , thirty poems to recite, a flat metal to carve your face — I remember .”
The house was full of dead bodies, it seemed
By E. Doolittle
“He is six and likes cooking and birds / and he isn’t quite what my father expected, / but no son could have been.”
Our Lady of the Scablands
By Linea Jantz
“here the setting sun tie-dyes the clouds / in shades of Lisa Frank”
FEAR INDEX
“GABBRO, a mineral a gravestone can be made out of. / As a child, I did not like to look at their names.”
Deluge: A Chinese Almanac
“Yet as / the tide climbed, I wondered: when the / floods arrived, would my prince be beside / me, willing to swim? Or would he, as my / mother’s bones hinted, flee?”
Prayer Circle
By Sa Whitley
“Miss Mary, she say, God is good, and Jon gonna be alright. My late Grandma / Dorothy in my dream say, Jon Boy, he alright, and her hands covered high / yellow in batter from frying us”
The Peasantry
By Weijia Pan
“I could read history from the back of your reddened skull. / You could read me directly, reflected in the eyes of passers-by.”
The Other Mothers
“My body reached its logical conclusion, red blood / over white feathers.”